Leftover Pasta


I want to show you.
my constant craving for newness.
and air.
I want to show you.
my bastard birth certificate.

microwaves in the ocean.
and micro-werds and micro-want.
Penne Ala Vodka.

I make Lincoln Log letters
with the noodles on my plate.
Ashes all day.
the letter S.
the letter K.
New York and London.
outlaws set sailing.

I was just eating lastnight's leftovers
and
wishing we could go back to before Age impaired us.